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Chapter 2:
Alanna couldn't think anymore. She had spent time with Raoul, and then went to go and see Jon. Death had been lurking there, and she had remembered what Maude had said about her healing skills.
"Heal child. Heal all you can."
I can't! What if something goes wrong, and I so deep into my magic I die, and bring whoever I'm healing with me?? She thought to herself. I just can't.
Gary found her pacing her room. He walked in, looking none to pleased with what he had to say.
"Alan, I need you to tell me something. I talked to George, and he said that you could heal. So many people are dying, many of them healers. I hate to put you in this position, but I need to know whether you will be willing to do any healing of your own."
He stood there, looking like a lost boy, all of his sarcasm gone, his sharp tongue sheathed. She looked at him, and then turned away. What could she say? Sitting on her bed, Alanna took a deep breath.
"Gary, do you know what it's like to watch people heal? Of course you do. Both you and I have watched Duke Baird heal many people, along with all the other Palace healers. But have you ever seen a person go so deep into healing that they can't get out?"
Alanna stared into the distance, to involved in her memories to notice that Gary was watching her intently.
"Once, a group of Scanrans attacked Trebond. We think that their plan was to get to the capital and capture it for their King. We had to stop them, obviously. My mother had been dead ever since myself and Thom were born, so her sister, Lady Clarice, had come to stay and help father. She was a healer, and a very skilled one at that. Lady Clarice knew everyone on Trebond, and was friendly with them all to. The day the Scanrans attacked, her skills were put to the limit."
"Alan . . ."
Alanna took no notice, unaware of the tears that were coursing down her cheeks. She just kept talking in the same voice, so void of emotion that Gary shrank back.
"3 days we battled, with many casualties. Many died, and many were injured, myself included. It wasn't that bad a wound, so my Lady bandaged it and told me that since I could not fight, I would be her assistant. I accepted it, because I knew that no matter how much I wanted to be out there amongst the fighting she would not let me go."
"Alan, why . . ."
"Don't Gary. You will understand. The next day, a man came in, bleeding heavily from a wound in his side. The enemy had cut through the join of his armour and sliced him almost to the bone. He was pale and unconscious. My Lady left the person she was tending immediately and went over to him. She told the men who had brought him in to lay him down, and ordered me to go and get fresh bandages and salves. When I came back, she was pouring in her magic, desperately trying to save his life. I looked at him and saw that he was a Scanran."
"But why would she do that? He was the enemy, and she had no right healing him! The men who had brought him in should've known better!"
Gary was aghast. He never thought that someone would try to heal the enemy during an attack and their home.
" His clothes were so bloodied that they hadn't known. Anyway, I dropped my things and turned to my Lady. Do you know what she said Gary? She turned to me, and I saw that her face was pale with grief. She looked at me and said this. "This man is my only brother, whom I will fight for if only it will save him from the Dark God." "
Alanna sighed and turned away from the window towards Gary. He shakingly took his hand from his mouth, and looked as if he would say something. She wearily shook her head.
"Don't, I'm not finished. After she had told me this, she turned around and began healing the man again, missing the look of disbelief on my face. I sat down, as my legs seemed to have stopped working. I was not able to take my eyes off her. Many minutes past, and I could see her straining with the effort of helping her brother. I suddenly felt something squashing down on me, like a terrible weight. It was Death, pure and simple.My Lady knew it as well, and renewed her force on her healing. I could tell that she was losing her battle and begged her to stop. I had never begged for anything so much in my life as I did that day."
Her voice cracked on the last line, and her tears started afresh. Her eyes still held that look, a look that said she had seen death so horrible, it was to awful to contemplate.
" My Lady seemed not to hear me, and then she started growing paler and paler, and thinner and thinner. It was like she was shrinking before my eyes. It was then that I knew she was pulling on her own life force in order to save her brother. I started shouting, trying to attract attention. I couldn't take my eyes away from the horrible thing that was happening. I could hear people running towards her, and trying to pry her away, but it was to late. My Lady blazed in a flash of light, and was gone. The Dark God took her brother as well, so her sacrifice had been in vain. It was I that went and delivered the news to my father. His only sister, Lady Clarice, was dead."
Alanna sighed, her tale over. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, and stared down at her hands, only then realizing that the wetness had come from her cheeks. Gary touched her shoulder briefly in comfort, and she flinched from his touch. She looked at him, and saw there her own face, the pain and loss mirrored there. She looked away first.
"That's why I can't do it Gary. I don't want my friends to die., but I am not the right one to try and heal them. I'm so sorry."
With that she turned away and felled face first onto her pillow, sobbing. Gary quietly left the room.
Woo, all done. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own them!
Chapter 2:
Alanna couldn't think anymore. She had spent time with Raoul, and then went to go and see Jon. Death had been lurking there, and she had remembered what Maude had said about her healing skills.
"Heal child. Heal all you can."
I can't! What if something goes wrong, and I so deep into my magic I die, and bring whoever I'm healing with me?? She thought to herself. I just can't.
Gary found her pacing her room. He walked in, looking none to pleased with what he had to say.
"Alan, I need you to tell me something. I talked to George, and he said that you could heal. So many people are dying, many of them healers. I hate to put you in this position, but I need to know whether you will be willing to do any healing of your own."
He stood there, looking like a lost boy, all of his sarcasm gone, his sharp tongue sheathed. She looked at him, and then turned away. What could she say? Sitting on her bed, Alanna took a deep breath.
"Gary, do you know what it's like to watch people heal? Of course you do. Both you and I have watched Duke Baird heal many people, along with all the other Palace healers. But have you ever seen a person go so deep into healing that they can't get out?"
Alanna stared into the distance, to involved in her memories to notice that Gary was watching her intently.
"Once, a group of Scanrans attacked Trebond. We think that their plan was to get to the capital and capture it for their King. We had to stop them, obviously. My mother had been dead ever since myself and Thom were born, so her sister, Lady Clarice, had come to stay and help father. She was a healer, and a very skilled one at that. Lady Clarice knew everyone on Trebond, and was friendly with them all to. The day the Scanrans attacked, her skills were put to the limit."
"Alan . . ."
Alanna took no notice, unaware of the tears that were coursing down her cheeks. She just kept talking in the same voice, so void of emotion that Gary shrank back.
"3 days we battled, with many casualties. Many died, and many were injured, myself included. It wasn't that bad a wound, so my Lady bandaged it and told me that since I could not fight, I would be her assistant. I accepted it, because I knew that no matter how much I wanted to be out there amongst the fighting she would not let me go."
"Alan, why . . ."
"Don't Gary. You will understand. The next day, a man came in, bleeding heavily from a wound in his side. The enemy had cut through the join of his armour and sliced him almost to the bone. He was pale and unconscious. My Lady left the person she was tending immediately and went over to him. She told the men who had brought him in to lay him down, and ordered me to go and get fresh bandages and salves. When I came back, she was pouring in her magic, desperately trying to save his life. I looked at him and saw that he was a Scanran."
"But why would she do that? He was the enemy, and she had no right healing him! The men who had brought him in should've known better!"
Gary was aghast. He never thought that someone would try to heal the enemy during an attack and their home.
" His clothes were so bloodied that they hadn't known. Anyway, I dropped my things and turned to my Lady. Do you know what she said Gary? She turned to me, and I saw that her face was pale with grief. She looked at me and said this. "This man is my only brother, whom I will fight for if only it will save him from the Dark God." "
Alanna sighed and turned away from the window towards Gary. He shakingly took his hand from his mouth, and looked as if he would say something. She wearily shook her head.
"Don't, I'm not finished. After she had told me this, she turned around and began healing the man again, missing the look of disbelief on my face. I sat down, as my legs seemed to have stopped working. I was not able to take my eyes off her. Many minutes past, and I could see her straining with the effort of helping her brother. I suddenly felt something squashing down on me, like a terrible weight. It was Death, pure and simple.My Lady knew it as well, and renewed her force on her healing. I could tell that she was losing her battle and begged her to stop. I had never begged for anything so much in my life as I did that day."
Her voice cracked on the last line, and her tears started afresh. Her eyes still held that look, a look that said she had seen death so horrible, it was to awful to contemplate.
" My Lady seemed not to hear me, and then she started growing paler and paler, and thinner and thinner. It was like she was shrinking before my eyes. It was then that I knew she was pulling on her own life force in order to save her brother. I started shouting, trying to attract attention. I couldn't take my eyes away from the horrible thing that was happening. I could hear people running towards her, and trying to pry her away, but it was to late. My Lady blazed in a flash of light, and was gone. The Dark God took her brother as well, so her sacrifice had been in vain. It was I that went and delivered the news to my father. His only sister, Lady Clarice, was dead."
Alanna sighed, her tale over. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, and stared down at her hands, only then realizing that the wetness had come from her cheeks. Gary touched her shoulder briefly in comfort, and she flinched from his touch. She looked at him, and saw there her own face, the pain and loss mirrored there. She looked away first.
"That's why I can't do it Gary. I don't want my friends to die., but I am not the right one to try and heal them. I'm so sorry."
With that she turned away and felled face first onto her pillow, sobbing. Gary quietly left the room.
Woo, all done. ENJOY!